#atti talks about games

[ow1et]

what kind of tragedy are you ?

self - inflicted .        you were given the choice to live, a thousand times over, and yet you never choose it. not intentionally, oh no, you didn’t know it was a grave you were digging. but with every turn, you were twisting the knife deeper. every decision doomed you more. had it been anyone else, they would have made it. but you? you are so perfectly you, there was no escaping it. the true tragedy of it all, is how preventable it was.

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[disorganizedkitten]

Yes hi hello, I'd love to hear ur thoughts on the al ghul children

Hi yes hello I'd love to talk about them

I am so weak to assassin children you have no idea so anyway

The Al Ghul Children. Are so freaking TRAGIC and I can never get over them

So you have the baby generation which is Mara and Damian and Athantasia; then the original generation, which is Dusan, Nyssa, and Talia.

Attie straight up doesn't exist in most media but in the game(?) where she does she's Damian baby sister who was kept a secret until he couldn't go back to being with the bats. I think about her all the time. What did she know about Damian growing up? Did she ever want to meet him? How many times did she sit in the middle of the night and wish for her brother to do something unforgivable so he could come back? Or was she glad he was gone? The league canonically pits their kids against each other, did she grow up resenting him? Or, even if she liked the idea of him, did she resent him anyway for being the child who went to Bruce? Did she take up Damian's place in the duels with Mara?

Athantasia isn't used nearly enough for her potential she is blorbo-shaped.

And then Damian! Itty bitty baby boy with a sword and issues. I think so much about how he's naturally soft but he can't be because of circumstance. How many quiet moments were lost to blood, how long did it take for him to learn what a genuine human connection felt like? What if he never did? I've been around humans I love since I was born, and I still sometimes feel absolutely disconnected from them. How much superiority is covering for insecurity? We've seen him make friends, Maps, Colin, Jon, as the three I actually care about, and he likes them. Did he make friends in the league? What happened to them? Or did he just, for lack of a better word, imprint, on other assassins?

In a complete other fandom I'm propagating biting as a love language and Damian has that vibe too.

and MARA

Holy fudge Mara also sends me; being constantly raised not only as a weapon, but being told you're the second best weapon and that maybe you can gain more prestige if you beat your cousin in a deadly duel, except even if you do win you know you will never get the recognition you're trying for because his mother is favored and your father isn't

Were she and Damian ever close, or as close as they could get? Did they plan how to lead the league when they weren't trying to take each others' eyes out, did she ever meet Attie, did she take her anger on Damian out on Attie, is the red streak something she does to hide a lazarus streak or is it natural from her dad? Can she see out of her other eye? Where did she see herself in the league before Damian deserted? Is she close to her teammates in the fist or are they just the prettiest canon fodder Ra's could send?

Is there a part of her that is as relieved to be hunting Damian down as it is angry, because at least fighting him is familiar?

The older three also make me Feel Things but not as much as the kiddos.

Nyssa apparently survived the holocaust? And then Ra's murdered her kids and then repeatedly killed her and dropped her into the pits for... something? I don't remember if I ever learned why that happened, but it did and it's so horrid? Drove her to insanity, surprise surprise. I recommend Misericordia and it's sequel on ao3 if you want to cry over Steph, Damian, Talia, and Nyssa. And then the Nyssa Al Ghul & Tim Drake Tag, if you're feeling adventurous. I don't even know the NAMES of Nyssa's kids and that makes me incredibly sad.

Would they have gotten along with the other three? Would they have taken them and ran? Or would they train them, keeping their bloodline strong, and just quietly know that these are their cousins and they're so proud?

And Talia gets rewritten every other writer but there are so many options when characterizing her and they're so much fun. But also everyone else deals with her so jumping to the next one. I think Talia is also the youngest? Don't quote me on that

Anyway last al ghul I think too much about is Dusan. I can't remember if he's the oldest or the middle child but despite being Ra's' male heir he straight up got sent away because he has albinism? And then he fought his way back into his father's ranks under an alias? He went so far for approval and he's still overlooked, and his kid is considered second rate, even though he's personally considered to be terrifying?

How long did it take him to come back? Why didn't he stay away? Does he ever regret it, now that he's back in the league?

i just. There are lots. and lots. of thoughts about them. And I'm sure there are more al ghuls hiding somewhere for me to lose my everloving mind over but I haven't met them yet

the inherent hate of someone who has everything you think you want battling with the inherent love for someone who has gone through the same horrors you have

[zenith-astral]

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[k9iriz]

𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭.

𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳/𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘥, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 + 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹

𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙮𝙢𝙖��� 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚

(very nasty, if you ain’t nasty, don’t @ me! + the poorly translated english)

“i fucking hate you.” i growled under my breath, shaking my head at how calm he is after he just straight up played me in my face.

another female? just giggling and smiling all up in his face, just plain up enjoying it, after mostly ignoring me whole night…

i got something for his ass.

i mostly held it over his head all night.

(slight flashback)

neymar’s teammates surrounded him as they all laughed about the game that they just recently won, making me roll my eyes.

i took it apon myself to introduce myself..

i walked up to them as i fake smiled at the woman, making me want to punch her dead in the face.

“hi! im maria. your name?” she asked.

“get out my face.” i spat, as her eyes went wide, making neymar sigh.

“ney…can we go?” i whispered to him before she interrupted again

“princesa, para. agora não.” neymar warned under his breath. (princess stop. not now.)

“ney can we finish this conversation please?” maria asked, like it was important…

what???

“sim... me dê um segundo.” he nodded her way before he pulled my hand aside. (yes, just give me second.)

“amor, estou ocupado agora. íamos sair em alguns. seja paciente minutos, ok?” neymar pleaded as i looked up at him, frowning. (love, im busy right now. were gonna leave in a few. be patient, okay?)

i huffed and nodded before i sat down at the table, getting irritated at her walking back up to him again.

a few minutes later…

i texted his phone, knowing i was ready to go, blowing him up. ‘im ready to fucking go.’

ney : por que princesa? are u okay? is something wrong? (why, princess?)

me: i don’t even wanna talk about it. im ready to go, ney.

ney : we will leave in a few minutes, promise.

soon as i left it on read, i huffed at how many people at his reserved table were surrounding me, trying to talk to me, me just fake smiling hoping they would get the message that i didn’t wanna be bothered, the long ‘few’ minutes took 30 damn minutes.

me being fed up, i called neymar’s phone, him looking at it, before excusing himself to go outside, his voice awnsered the phone.

“h-” before he could even start, i stood outside of the event, sitting on the bench at by the parking lot, cold as ever.

“what happened to a few fucking minutes?” i rudely spat in the phone, wanting out of this place, the more that female pranced around him and his teammates, making conversations with them, and HIM? pissed me off to fucking oblivion.

“eu sinto muito amor. fiquei em contato com a imprensa e minha equipe respondendo a perguntas e outras coisas.” neymar explained, feeling bad. (im sorry love. i got caught up with the press & my team still awsnering questions and stuff.)

“please, you’ve been talking to that bitch, that’s had your attention all evening? but not paying attention to me? was that bitch apart of the press? hm?” i smartly remarked in the phone, rolling my eyes.

“im sorry for not paying attention to you, amor. but…drop the attitude. i said i was sorry.” neymar huffed, running his hand down his face.

“and where are you anyways?” neymar asked.

“don’t fucking worry about it, you weren’t worried about me earlier while you were up smiling in that bitch face, right?” you protested.

neymar grew fustrated with me the whole entire time i was ranting.

“oh but ‘drop the attitude’? kiss my ass, ney. go continue to laugh in her fucking face, im fine.” i spat in the phone before hanging up, i was looking for an available uber around town.

neymar was embarrassed, mad and furious that i would think those things, i sure did.

the attitude all night, and purposely hanging up and leaving him on seen for the next hour, as he was trying to look for him, was the last straw.

literally.

he left the event early, finding us outside.

he wasted no time, yanking my arm towards the car as my heels clicked against the concrete, trying to catch up with him.

i yelped once he got in the car, starting it as he didn’t bother to open my door, making me mentally roll my eyes.

the car ride was so quiet, but the energy throughout…it was tense…very.

“i don’t even know why i even rode with you, shoulda taken a fucking uber.” rolling my eyes as looked at him, before i looked out the window…taking in at how fine he looked…while pissed.

he barely gets mad but…this time, he looked very mad.

maybe i am just acting out for attention…

“i fucking hate you.” i spat one last time, folding my arms as i sat in that same position, until we got home.

he plainly got out and slammed the door, as my mouth hung open, getting out as i trailed behind him, slamming the car door as i he let me in the house first, me humming insults under my breath before pushing me on the couch, making me yelp once again.

“what the fuck, ney?” i yelled at him, as he towered me, as his stare burned holes inside of me as i refused to stare up at him.

“now look at me. ive put up with this bullshit attitude from you all damn night y/n & the smart ass comments you’ve made all night.” neymar spoke, looking at me before i huffed.

“well if you-” i almost began before his hand made it around my jaw, forcing me to look at him, flooding my panties.

“shut up.” neymar let go as i got turned on by the minute.

i was taken back tho…did he just?-

“what did i tell you before we left earlier? hm?” he asked, me moving my head to the side, rolling my eyes, he hated that.

“don’t make a scene…” i spoke lowly.

“exactly. and what the fuck did you do?” neymar growled.

“it was for a reason-” i almost said before he threw me over his shoulder, making me punch at his back to ‘put me down!’ or either cussing him out once again the whole way upstairs.

i was thrown on the bed before i scooted back, sitting up.

“come here.” neymar pointed at the edge of the bed, causing me to say ‘no’ under my breath as his hand gripped my ankle, unstrapping my heels as i stared at the whole interaction.

neymar placed me over his knee before his hand grazed my backside, easily sliding up my dress to access it, before harshly smacking it, making me moan out by pure accident, before biting down on my lip.

i missed his touch really…maybe i got what i needed & what i wanted in the end.

i squirmed in his lap as he slapped my ass again, leaving a light handprint, making me yelp again.

“neyyyy…” i whined, biting down on my lip, feeling myself become undone in his hands, my attitude left so quickly.

“i thought u hated me earlier? fuck me? hm.” neymar chuckled, before slapping my ass once again, i was eating all those words from earlier.

“im sorry…” i whined again, jolting forward from the hard slap, before neymar smirked before sliding my panties aside, rubbing my swollen bundle of nerves.

“for what?” neymar looked down at me, feeling my body tense up at his cold fingertips touching it.

“f-for causing a s-scene…” i softly moaned, feeling one of his fingers slide inside of me, causing a gasp to spill out.

“and?” neymar smirked, plunging his finger in out of my wetness before smoothly curving it

“oh fuck, ney!” i moaned loud enough for him to hear, as moved his finger around, adding another one.

i was fucking losing it.

“don’t go quiet now…” neymar yanked a handful of my hair, making me gasp, making his lips touch my ear.

“talk.” his voice huskily spoke in my hear, as i felt my legs shake.

“a-and talking back.” i felt my mouth spill wide as his fingers sped up, hitting my spot so easily as my moans got louder.

“good fucking girl…don’t you even think about it.” neymar warned, slapping my ass before yanking my hair again as he felt me clench around his fingers as he abused my spot over and over again…

lord the pleasure i felt on my end made me feel…euphoric.

“i c-can’t hold it…please? uhhh fuck.” i whimpered, feeling myself sprew out tears of the overstimulation that he applied on me.

he pulled his fingers out of my wetness before i groaned, almost about to cuss him out before he placed a nice arch in my back..running his tatted hand down it.

“shut up and arch it for me.” neymar said before i did what he said.

lord…what did my mouth just get me into?

“you know i love you and only you, amor?” neymar sweet talked me, feeling his lips trail down my shoulderblade, all the way down to my middle back.

“y-yes…” i bit my lip, he wanted not to only punish me, but show me what was his, and he wanted me to get just that message.

“so why we’re you so worried about her?” neymar kissed my ear, trailing more of them down my neck, feeling a moan spill out.

i felt my nerves tingle, before i felt my eyes roll back at how much my body was going through at once.

“hm?” neymar bit down on my back a bit, making me stuff my face in the pillow above me.

before i could speak, i felt myself scream at him filling me up with all of it, making me clench on the pillow, my grip wasn’t untightening anytime soon.

his hands rubbing all down my love handles and backside as his strokes got rougher and faster, making my mouth fly open as my body jolted forward with every stroke he gave me.

“neyyyy!” i pratically screamed in the pillow as his strokes proved how mad he was still at me…just purely killing my insides.

“say it again.” neymar groaned, slapping my ass once again, before pulling my hair all the way back, his index finger and thumb gripping my jaw, forcing me to keep my eyes on him.

“say it…say my name for everybody to fucking hear it.” neymar growled to me, as my moans were struggling to come out, just pure squealing sounds.

“papiii! im s-sorry! oh my goddd.” i screamed out as i looked at him, as he whispered sweet nothings to me, degrading me every chance he got, with some praise as well.

“damn right you’re sorry.” neymar brung his second hand around my neck as he stared down at all my love faces, and watched me become undone in his hands.

“right there! oouuu im gonna c-cum!” i whimpered, struggling to get out as my eyes rolled back as my eyes fluttered closed.

“fuck, fuck, fuck yes…yes, yes yes!” i chanted under my breath…

“you wanna cum? huh slut?” neymar smirked, slowly grinding his hips against mines, as i felt a shallow scream release my throat, before nodding my head ‘yes’ fastly.

“beg for it. show me you deserve to cum, princesa.” he whispered to me as i hunched forward, my lash coming off as he his strokes slowed down, as i pushed back, fucking him back slowly as he watched every move i made.

“i rubbed myself as the side of my face was pushed in the mattress feeling myself cry louder. “ouu shit, baby!” i moaned before my muscles relaxed, making my mess as i breathed out.

out of nowhere, he flipped me over, towering me as my legs were put on his shoulders, gripping the sheets besides me.

he was not done.

“oh!-” gripping the sheets for more leverage as the skin clapping got louder, i felt every inch again and again with every stroke, felt like heaven.

“i love you, amor.” neymar groaned, feeling himself get close to his peak as well, slapping my ass again, before caressing.

“who’s is it?” neymar asked, throwing his head back as he felt me clench around him again, as i bent my knees back, holding the back of them before his hand made in contact with my neck, feeling my eyes come into contact with him…

he looked so fucking fine.

“y-yours…it’s all yours papi.” i moaned in encouragement, biting my lip before his strokes got more sloppier.

“y/n…” he called out, before he placed his hands besides my head, feeling his strokes roughen as they came to a stop as he groaned loudly before releasing inside of me.

“open.” neymar demanded as i opened my mouth, before he spit in it, grabbing my neck as he sloppily kissed me, making me moan in the process. nasty.

“i love you, amor.” neymar spoke against my neck, making me smile.

“i love you too.” i weakly smiled, he wore me out.

(how did i do? 😩) love y’all and im backk!

[atticollateral]

Pin! Feat. I can't stop talking

Updated 02/11/2024 (dd/mm/yyyy)

Hi! Welcome to my blog; My most used name is Atticus, or Atti for short. I go by mostly it/its in English, as well as other neopronouns. I prefer gender neutral & masculine honorifics (Sir, Mr, Mx, Lord, etc.)

I go by masculine pronouns with a heavy preference for masculine honourifics in other languages. EX; If you were speaking French with me, you'd use he/him pronouns. [FR: Si vous parlez français avec moi, vous utiliserez des pronoms il/lui.]

More about me & my blog beneath the cut!

I am a Maritime Canadian! Seafood & acres & acres of farmland and vineyards be upon ye

Languages i'm currently Learning: [French/Français, Spanish/Español, Latin, Mi'kmaq, Chinese (Mandarin) [中文], Japanese [日本語], Korean [한국어], Ukrainian [українець], Hindi [हिन्दी भाषा], العربية (Arabic)]

Fluent Languages; English

Strongest Languages Currently; French, Spanish & Latin.

Weakest Languages Currently; Japanese, Korean, Hindi, Arabic, Ukrainian, Chinese, Mi'kmaq.

Languages Currently Progressing: FR, ES, JP, KOR, CH.

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Fandoms (Shows/Games I like):

Good Omens / Overwatch 2 / Animal Crossing (New Horizons, New Leaf) / Stardew Valley / Terraria / Guilty Gear / Street Fighter / Blazblue / Minecraft (PC & Console) / Sanrio / Baldur's Gate 3 / D&D [GM & Player] / Legend of Zelda (BOTW + TOTK, Twilight Princess, Ocarina of Time, Windwaker, Majora's Mask.) / Palia MMO

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Entomology, Human Biology, Anthrozoology, Bio Mechanics & Bio Engineering. The DSM-5 & DSM-5-TR; Neurodiversity. Neurology / Neuroscience, Psychology, Sociology. Weaponry. Technology; Computers / Compsci, Coding. Fashion Design & History, Art History. Fungi.

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Fashion Design, Interior Design, Character Design, Digital Design, Sparring (Swords, H2H), Painting (Watercolour / Gouache & Acrylics), Calligraphy, Theatre/Drama (Singing & Dancing, Improv & Script Writing), Choreography, Storyboarding, Ice Skating, Rollerblading, Writing (Fics, Music and Edu. Papers), Cooking & Baking, Photography & Videography.

[jeridoesntdourls]

until i finish up the updated character intros to my LIs i NEED to talk about songs i associate with them because there are patterns and if i dont assign everyone an oh hellos song and a disco elysium track shoot me on sight because that is not me. This ended up so long, I'll do the oh hellos on another post. If any of this is interesting to you, PLEASE consider playing the game. PIRATE IT THOUGH, the original team was fucked over and no longer receives any money from the game itself.

BOREA

Precinct 41 Major Crime Unit (Sea Power)

“Here comes the cavalry…”

To me this track was always a weird one, it’s both confrontational and hopeful at the same time. Knowing you have people beside you and they’re all dipshits. Still, you can see the dawn on the horizon.

Ignus Nilsen Waltz (Sea Power)

“You were born in the year ‘07, in the last year of the Commune of Revachol, right before it fell. In the Old Military Hospital, on the ground floor where people usually came to die, during a snowstorm. The Revolution had about one year left to go and the fires were still burning bright. There were explosions in the blizzard. This was 44 years ago. You are 44 years old. The bloating might never leave your face, but beneath it -- you still have some years. You still have some hope.”

God I need you to know I love this song so much. A visage of things that have gone, reminding you that you carry a past but it’s not over yet. Failure after failure, revolution and change, a lullaby to quell the pull of the present and to help you carry the weight of a future so bright it burns you to look at it. On your feet now, there’s still time.

ATTIS

Off We Go Into The Wild Pale Yonder (Sea Power)

“NO TRUCE WITH THE FURIES”

This song can only be discovered if you can let go of your past lover and continue on as a broken, discotheque lunatic. You loved and you were loved but it’s gone now, nothing waits for you back there. Change hurts more than stasis but it’s more than worth it.

Krenel, Downwell, Somatosensor (Sea Power)

“God… Please”

I only discovered how much of a banger this was after I finished the game and went back to the soundtrack, I was way too worried about letting Kim die to notice it the first time- SPAGHETTI FUCKING WESTERN IS ATTIS TO A T.You are putting yourself in danger to protect these people, looking down the barrel of a gun and putting everything you have into making sure you and your partner get out alive.

MEDEA

Saint-Brune 1147 (Small Pinewood Church) (Sea Power)

“Something that had walked in our midst, watching us stumble for hundreds, if not thousands of years, until it decided to interfere -- interfere in the course of our history. "We were supposed to come up with this ourselves!" the man was reported to have screamed at the innocence...”

The Heilist church is mainly inspired by own issues and past but Disco Elysium is such an influential game that I’m sure some of Delores Dei’s influence must have seeped in. With that comes the age old question, why doesn’t God interfere?

La Revacholiere (Sea Power)

“You are a violent and irrepressible miracle. The vacuum of the cosmos and the stars burning in it are afraid of you”

Medeas route is filled with a lot of moments where you have to look at things that are larger than you, God and mankind itself, the history you’ve made. You only know how to live violently, how to burn through it all, the suffering alone doesn’t make you holy though, but what you do to change it is a good start.

[writingforfishes]

heyyy @hic-hic-dreams here!

any fun facts about otto and atticus youve never gotten to share before? i cant beleive how invested ive gotten in these kink-fic characters lives but i adore them.

i entirely understand projecting onto a oc like atticus btw lol, my girl holly is that to a lesser extent and i adore her for it lmao.

also ty for giving me the courage to make my blog in the first place, i love your writing sm

Oof! Thank you so much!!! I am in awe that I've inspired people with my silly stories, and it brings me so much joy for it!!!

Hm...things you all don't know, yet.

There is a prompt that was sent to my inbox that I am brainstorming on filling that will show another way Otto gets induced. A little birthday trip courtesy of Atticus which I plan to be wholesome (and then a bit saucy). You'll tank me later.

I feel like I've talked (possibly too much) about trauma. But there is some background I'm aware of that I've recently been able to piece together to the reason Mark and Otto know each other (with some borrowing from the source material of his character) and what the drama is between Mark and Jana and Mark and Alice. And how/why, exactly, Mark and Otto became such good friends. (A detective and a clock maker with a 10-year age gap don't usually hang out in the same places...)

I've mentioned how Atticus has big ole belches and Otto tries to hold them in. It's a possible reason to why Otto is more prone to hiccups (or prone at all) compared to Atty.

Oh oh! I know!

I really want to skate the line of making a sneeze-related fic. As I've mentioned before, I don't actually have a sneeze fetish, but I do appreciate the fics a lot for hurt/comfort elements and some lack of control with sneezing. That being said, Otto, as is demonstrated in a previous story, has pretty powerful sneezes.

Otto is also, I decided, allergic to cats. Atticus bemoans this fact because all they feel is lacking in their household is a cat. Otto is, decidedly, a dog person if he had the choice. But he hesitates on bringing any animal in with his fastidiousness on keeping his house and his workstation clean and tidy.

That being said, I've wondered about researching allergy shots when it comes to cats. I think Otto sneezing would be a fun thing to play with, as well. I suspect Cindy actually has a sneeze fetish and it would be interesting to see her reaction if Otto is sneezing one game night over and her and Margie's place.

It would be something fun to play with if Margie unwittingly finds out about Atticus' fetish and Otto finds out about Cindy's. Imagine these two connecting over having partners with the most adorable kinks. I dunno, there's something sweet and wholesome about that in my mind.

Anyway! Good questions and thank you, again, for adding another compliment to my compliment box. (Genuinely still don't know what to do with all of this positive feedback. I dunno, maybe I'll figuratively mail it out to someone...)

[scouts-thingsandrps]

Incorrect Quotes Pt. 3

Unwelcome Unity Edition with the Incorrect Quote Generator

Camila: WHY. why did you give Luz a KNIFE?!

Eda: I’m sorry. She said she felt unsafe.

Camila: Now I feel unsafe!

Eda: I’m sorry.

Eda: ... would you like a knife?

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Luz: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Eda: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Camila: In that case, we're definitely lost.

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Camila: Luz, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

Luz: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later

Camila: Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Gus.

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Gus: Whaddya call a fish with no eye?

Camila, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons

Gus:

Gus: fsh

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Gus: Change is inedible.

Camila: Don't you mean inevitable?

Gus, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

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Luz: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Camila: What did you do Luz?

Luz: A MISTAKE

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Hunter or Atalanta: People are always asking me if I'm a morning person or a night person.

Hunter or Atalanta: And I'm just like, 'Buddy! I'm barely even a PERSON!'

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Luz: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress

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Luz: Vee and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Hunter: *Sighing* What did Vee do?

Luz: They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Vee: Who wants a steering wheel?

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Luz: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Camila: Wasn't Hunter with you?

Hunter: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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Luz: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.

Vee: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you.

Hunter: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

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*Atalanta and Willow skipping stones on lake*

Willow: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Atalanta, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

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Atalanta: This is a mistake

Willow, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!

Atalanta: But not today

Willow, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

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Gus: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.

Willow: Oh, you’ve been?

Gus: Once. In Monopoly.

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Gus, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know!

Luz: How?

Gus: How what?

Luz: How could they be worse?

Gus: They couldn’t, I lied.

Luz:

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Gus: Okay, truth or dare?

Hunter: Truth

Gus: How many hours have you slept this week?

Hunter:

Hunter: ...Dare

Gus: Go to bed.

Hunter: I don’t like this game.

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Camila: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Hunter: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Atalanta: I personally was created in a lab.

Vee: I just straight up spawned lol.

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Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Gus: Shit.

Willow: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Amity: OH MY GOD VEE FELL OFF!!!

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Willow: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people?

Gus: Plane tickets?

Amity: Concert tickets?

Vee: Prostitution?

Willow, holding their broken frames: Glasses.

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Gus, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Willow, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Amity, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Luz, trembling: What are we playing

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Darius, tending to Hunter's wounds: How would you rate your pain?

Hunter: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

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Adrian: Attie, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?

Atalanta: Oh, I’m always running

Atalanta: The question is from what

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Hunter: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Darius: You're like 15 years old

Hunter: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

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Collector, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

King: You did WHAT–

Luz: William Snakepeare

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Collector: Hey King,

King: Yes?

Collector: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

King:

King: Where’s Luz?

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Collector: We need a distraction.

King: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Luz, whispering: My time has come

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Eberwolf: Yo is Adrian sleeping or dead?

Raine: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts.

Darius: Yeah, so did I.

Adrian: Okay first of all, fuck you-

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Eberwolf: Hah! 69! You know what that means?

Raine: What?

Darius: That you're a child.

Adrian: HOW'D YOU GUESS MY IQ!?

[grasshopperdoingdogpaddle]

One thing I really miss from Season 1 Jack was just how snarky he was. Sure he was a Bit of a coward as a character flaw, but he had some Bite to him that made him feel like a credible villain, even if a mostly ineffectual one. Instead of being a flat out Cowardly Mama's Boy, he sassed off about his parents always doing Dumb Parents things and throwing wild parties, snarked back at Wuya, and had an attitude beyond occasionally smarmy coward. Which would be fine if you were to develop him out of that and use that lessening of seeming threat level by making him maybe doubt his clinging to the side of evil and migrate towards good or even just neutrality. But instead it kind of feels like the narrative expects us to simultaneously believe he's both a villain with potential to have his own Evil Overlord Jack timeline and also that he's a simpering coward who's perfectly fine acting like a total stooge to other, bigger baddies.

Yeah, season 1 established Jack as a much more... human character. 

He's an antisocial rich kid who's desperate for the acknowledgement of others, but also actively acts abrasively to keep them at arm's length. He's a genius in robotics and knows how smart he is. He's snarky and cocky, he knows what he wants and feels entitled to the whole world's praises, and if conquest is what it takes to show off what he has, he'll happily do it, because it means less social interaction he has to awkwardly work through.

In fact, he's prone to self-sabotaging or bristling in response to positive social situations, is avoidant of things like parties but still wants to be talked about positively, and automatically meets even polite greetings with snarkiness.

Oh yeah! Can I strut now?

First order of business when I rule the world: vaporize all mimes.

Nice place you have here, Clay, too bad about the sudden change in weather.

Oh, I'm leaving alright, and you're coming with me! (Oh really, who's gonna make me?) You are. Kimiko, meet Kimiko. Or should I say, meet your match.

(No hands.) Yeah. And no game.

You fully get why the monks are wary and unfond of him. He was a smarmy threat and he actively mocks and belittles them unpleasantly. He insults their intelligence and appearance, steals from them and actively tries to kill them, is occasionally creepy towards Kimiko. And he gets pretty frequent W's or near wins, so his threats were not empty threats. It's very clear why there's mutual bad blood.

And then there’s the thing with his parents. He didn't have a very strong negative or positive reaction to his father sending him the puzzlebox, so it's evidently not unusual to get gifts like that from his parents. He’s neither surprised nor completely uninterested. Then, he says it's lame and throws it away when he solves it. 

A sort of distant relationship from an antisocial teenager trying to come into his own. The only parental figure’s gift he seemed immediately impressed and sentimental about was the helibot his villainous grandmother gave him. Otherwise, he’s not particularly desperate for presents from them.

Like the scene you mention, where he insults his parent's boring parties.

Jack: Standard for my folk's parties. Snobfest a-go-go. Ashley: So, are you Jack? the kid they're all talking about upstairs? Jack: (Perking up hopefully) They're talking about me?! Are they calling me a genius?! Ashley: More like "weirdo" Jack: WHAT'S SO WEIRD ABOUT ME?!

He thinks his parents are lame and throw lame parties. He avoids parties because he’s antisocial and doesn’t do as well with people as he does with machines, but it makes him happy to know that they might all be talking about how smart he is up there. And when he hears that they’re insulting him, he doesn’t simper or shrink, he throws a furious tantrum and lashes out.

It’s a far cry from the Mama's boy who "has panic attacks when he's away from his mama for more then one day".

The later seasons feel off because he's more of a simpering lackey and doesn't even pull off any smug attitudes or land any biting insults anymore, he just... shrinks back and cries. Makes the encounters with the monks feel painfully one-sided.

Even entirely separate from the villain decay that all the Heylin character underwent and the massive flanderization almost all the characters had in season 3 to undermine their previous growth, Jack just feels like a different character.

He was always immature in a way that was well communicated, but by the end of the series, it's less "edgy teenager rebellion" and more "uncomfortably infantilized by the narrative".

He was always cowardly and cocksure with an Napoleon complex. Always the type who’s taunt an angry dog while it’s leashed only to scream and run when it broke its chain, but at some point he’s very much just a recurring joke about how pitiful he is. But the type of cowardice changes into something less teenager-who-thinks-he-can-take-over-the-world and more shrinking-violet. He’s very woobified.

And it’s sad, because for a while there was a nice opening for places where he could have gone. He had an episode where he acknowledged that he’s only evil is out of fear of failure and an internal logic that evil is sure to lose anyway so it doesn’t matter if he fails or not.

Jack could have either cemented his desire to have a reason for being on the Heylin side that’s not just that desperate fear, or he could have made the step to the Xiaolin side that every finale teases.

Ultimately they didn’t go either direction though. Like you said, he sort of ends up as just “a simpering coward who's perfectly fine acting like a total stooge to other, bigger baddies.” Especially in his ping-ponging relationship with Hannibal Bean, where he’s either trembling and begging Bean to leave him alone, or groveling unquestioningly at Bean’s brilliant evil plans before walking directly into being betrayed.

[practickles]

ooh!! for your ask game, can we get anhane, 2, 5, and 10??

-atti

YES YES YES I ADORE THEM-

2. Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?

Kohane all the way. For starters: Cute hamsters get ticklish cheeks. The day An figured that out, you would have thought it was Christmas morning. Little raspberries began to take the place of kisses and Kohane couldn't go a day without her cheeks being tickled for a solid two months. Her arms are also pretty bad, especially her wrists and biceps. Her upper arms are so much more sensitive than her actual armpits, a fact that absolutely baffles An. Her ankles are also very ticklish.

Kohane isn't really overly ticklish, she just happens to have so many weird spots that it seems like she's just ticklish all over.

An doesn't have really any weird spots, her back maybe if that can be considered weird? She doesn't have a whole lot of spots in general.

5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness?

An is a very touchy person with pretty much everyone close to her, ESPECIALLY Kohane, so it just accidentally comes up one day. In a particularly good mood An picked up Kohane to try and spin her around, grabbing her hips to keep her steady, but squeezed them in just the right spot to make Kohane squeak and jerk, causing them both fall over. In making sure she was okay, An pretty quickly figured out what happened. Kohane didn't even know she could be so ticklish until An started doing it to her.

It never really crossed Kohane's mind to get An back for it until after a rough practice, An was a little frustrated with herself and sore. Kohane offered to rub An's back a little to help with both problems. An gratefully accepted not realizing just how much it would tickle. Pretty soon, Kohane had figured out a much better way of cheering up her girlfriend.

10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?

An *can* ask to be tickled but thinks it's so much more fun to tease Kohane into it. She'll go and be (though Kohane would never even begin to think of it like this) annoyingly affectionate. An will shower her in complements and kiss her all over and lay in her lap with her arms stretched out above her head and talk about how bored she is. Not subtle. At all.

Kohane never has to provoke it because An seems to have a sixth sense for Kohane's lee moods. Either that or An is just always tickling Kohane because it's cute to hear her laugh, not giving Kohane much time to get to the point of provoking her.

[twotangledsisters]

WIP Ask Game Modern Tangled that is Dark?

Ooh, Id' pretty much forgotten about this one!

If I'm honest, I should probably take this one out of the folder as I doubt it'll ever be completed for umm... Reason I can't disclose? (one person will know what I mean with this xD)

But it was a Tangled AU taking place in modern day where Gothel needed Rapunzel's blood for a medicine she needed to live, and when Rapunzel's parents said there child would not be used for that, she kidnapped Rapunzel and locked her in her attic.

Eugene and Lance are thieves running from the law and in a badly gone heist they break into this woman's house to hide and find Rapunzel.

Rapunzel is in pretty bad condition as she hasn't seen sunlight since she was a child, she's very skittish, underweight, terrified (this is why it's titled dark)...

Eugene and Lance unable to go to law enforcement break her out of the attis and bring her with them back to their hideout. A basement! What an upgrade for this poor girl...

Eventually Lance remembers he has this friend who's father is in the police and she's going through a bit of a rebellious stage so she might be a good option for getting information without having to reach out to the police.

Together they figure out who Rapunzel is and work to get her home safely.

Here's a snippet:

The sound of movement cause Eugene to turn around quickly and Lance to hide behind his friend. Fuck. Just they’re luck to climb into an attic with someone in it! People barely spent time in the attic and the window had been boarded up! But then out of the shadows stepped a girl about their age, green eyes wide and confused. Her hair was down to her waist, greasy and matted. Her skin was pale, and she was littered with bruises. Eugene lowered the weapon he was holding. The girl looked at him before stepping back. There was a clinging sound and as Eugene narrows his eyes, he realised the girl was chained to the ground. “Shit…” “She’s clearly a ghost. We’ve walked into a horror movie. I knew this was a bad idea,” Lance groaned. Eugene shook his head as he pulled out his lock picks. “I wish this were a horror movie, as our day just got a whole lot harder.” When Eugene started to move the girl rushed back, back hitting the wall. She shook her head. “It’s okay,” Eugene whispered, holding out a hand reassuringly. “I’m going to help you, alright?” Lance watched Eugene’s slow movements. The girl slid to the ground with her back against the wall, closing her eyes tightly as Eugene began to pick the locks. “Do you speak English?” She didn’t respond. “My name’s Flynn, that’s Lance.” Lance grinned. “Pleasure to meet you!” The girl opened one eye to look at the two then pointed towards the door. “Mother.” “Is she who looked you up here?” The girl looked at Eugene but didn’t say anything else. “Alright…” Eugene managed to free one wrist before moving onto the next. “Lance, we need to drop her off at a police station before heading home.” “What? No!” “No?” “We can’t drop her off at a police station.” “We don’t go in, we just leave her and run. The police can help her.” “They won’t help her Eugene, if she isn’t talking, they’ll throw her right into an asylum…” Lance held himself. “Trust me, they’re horrible.” Eugene frowned. “Well, we can’t leave her here.” “We could take her?” Eugene scoffed. “And do what, may I ask?” “Help her, of course.” “How?” “If I’d been locked in an attic, the first thing I’d want my brave rescuers to do is give me a delicious hot meal! You like food?” He asked the girl. “Food?” she asked. “Yeah!” Lance smiled. The girl smiled back and nodded. Eugene sighed. “Great… Two food motivated full grown kids for me to care for…”

As you can tell the tone is also very... off. I'd have to rework this fic a lot to make it work.

As always, thanks for the ask!

[acacia-may]

Hii😊 Can I request 💙 and 🤍 for Atti x Orla, please?

Hi friend! Thanks for the ask! I'm always happy to come up with headcanons for this underrated masterpiece and such a great ship! I hope you'll like these! 🥰

Questions from this "Bye Bye Writer's Block" Ask Game

Atti x Orla Headcanons

💙-- Hurt/Comfort

Though welcoming their first child is a happy, joyful time for the young married couple Atti and Orla, there is a twinge of bittersweetness for Orla because her mother isn't there to share this important moment with her, especially when she realises that she has very few memories of her mother and her children will have none of their grandmother. It's a very difficult thing for Orla to talk about, but Atti knows that it is weighing heavily on his wife and tries to be as supportive as he can and encourages her that he is always there to listen if she wants to talk about it. Eventually, she opens up to him about her grief and her worries that their children might grow up not knowing about their grandmother, and Atti promises that they'll always keep Orla's mother's memory alive and tries to come up with several, practical ways they can remember her as a family. Also, coming from Ancient Roman society in which pretty much everyone is named after someone else (A/N: in a super complicated system that I can't imagine Orla would be up for fully implementing when it comes to naming their children, but I digress...), Atti comes up with the idea of naming their eldest daughter after Orla's mother in her honor. This suggestion really means a lot to Orla and really means a lot to Arghus and Brenda as well. 💕

🤍-- Fluff

Coming from a hot and humid Mediterranean climate, Atti spends a lot of time freezing cold in his new home, and Orla often teases him for bundling up when she considers it actually warm or temperate outside. After they marry, they playfully "argue" over lighting fires in the hearths/fireplaces of their house (in a sort of ancient world equivalent of arguing over the thermostat) and eventually the children get involved (with the kids that take after Atti being more easily chilly and the kids that take after Orla often complaining about being far too hot when they have a fire running in the middle of May). While Orla does tease Atti a bit for being so cold all the time, it's mostly just in good fun, and she has been known to often concede and curl up next to him by the fire "for warmth." In truth a lot of these playful arguments they have about the weather and temperature may or may not happen mostly because they both truly treasure the time they get to spend curled up together by the fire cuddling and reading to each other or talking about their day, plans, or ideas. When the kids come along, they often curl up with their parents as well. (A/N: except Lorcan & Rian, the chaos twins. They're often too hot in the house and say warriors don't need cuddles anyway--but, of course, they'll always get them when they can no longer hide the fact that warriors or no, they're not too old to want hugs from Mum and Dad).

[imightgetbetter]

can you share something about matty and lennon? do you think there's anything the pair of them have as "their thing" together as she gets a little bit older? (i have a suspicion attie actually quite likes going to football games with matty and her granddad when she turns like 6 or 7 because everyone dotes on her and she thinks booing the opposing team is fun, but i don't think that's lennon's vibe lol)

i think that lennon and matty's thing is creating art together! maybe they like to sit together and draw or even write songs and play instruments and it's a lot of matty teaching her how to play and she's talking about how she wants to direct a film or something for school (because they definitely go to an arts school) and it's really special because she has so much of the creativity that he has and he wants to cultivate it and encourage it as much as he can. matty probably takes lennon to art galleries and different concerts and she gets so excited to meet the band and see the instruments they play.

[cupidbedsy]

𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 ; 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 ୨୧

��� summary: y/n is on the verge of not going to a game because she's scared of the hate she's going to get so she keeps it to herself. but when they're all in their apartment, he brothers can't help but ask what's wrong

➪ warnings: hate comments, crying, hughes brothers crying session (literally)

➪ word count: 2.3k

➪ file type: fic - repupload

➪ sunny's notes: hughes bros!! i'm gonna be so honest, i do not know what the ending of this fic is but i remember getting asks from anons saying they liked it the first time around so i figured what the hell I'll post it. and now we're here

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Y/n sat in her bed, covers pulled up to her chin as she stared out the window. She had a teddy bear tucked into her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around it. Her TV played a video with a fireplace on it, creating a warm atmosphere in her room. 

She felt sad, a new wave of depression rolling in. She had spent today on socials, getting caught up with the latest and interacting with her friends. She occasionally got hate, most of it from her brothers' fans who just desperately wanted to have her life. It bothered her to a certain extent, she knew she had no control over who her brothers were and what they had become, what they did for a living. 

Today the hate was worse and she didn’t know why. She hadn’t done anything differently than in the past, simply just living her life as usual. She didn’t know if the comments themselves were worse and there were more of them or if it was her mind playing tricks on her and making them a big focal point. 

She didn’t want to get up, her bed and blankets brought her enough comfort which is all she needed right now. She could hear Luke and Jack arguing from the kitchen and she rolled her eyes, there was never a time when their home was silent. She snuggled herself deeper into the bed, not even sure if it was physically possible. 

She knew she should go tonight, she hadn’t seen Quinn in a long time, not having gone to the previous ‘hughesbowl’ as they called it. She wasn’t a big hockey person, despite her family’s name. She never understood the appeal of it, you watch a bunch of men or women, race back and forth on ice chasing a tiny round piece of rubber while hitting others. 

That being said, she didn’t know why her brothers playing each other was so special. Matthew and Brady had played each other plenty of times, so they just added a third brother and it was the biggest thing on the planet. She got the appeal of it but not so much as the big deal, she was proud of them sure and it would make for a good game but past that?

She heard footsteps coming towards her room and she quickly ducked her head under her comforter to be ignored by whoever was coming to the door, “Y/n/n?”

She was silent, steadying her breath, “I know you’re awake.”

Still nothing and at this point, Luke was just about ready to give up until Jack charged in, “Get up!”

She wasn’t in the mood to see everyone rave about her brothers, she didn’t need to go out into the world and see more hate spread about her. What would it be this time? Oh, she’s not supporting Quinn, that’s kind of a bitch move. Oh, she favors Jack and Luke too much. She’s wearing Quinn’s jersey, that must be her favorite brother. Do you think she’s using them to get with any of their teammates? She couldn’t do anything right anymore. 

“Y/n if you’re not up in the next five seconds I’m bringing a pot in.”

“Do you even own a pot?”

“No… but you’re talking now.” Jack cocked an eyebrow, an all too familiar smug look making its way onto the boy’s face.

Y/n turned around to face her bedroom door and muttered, ‘Congratu-fucking-lations.”

“Someone’s got an attitude.” Jack whistled, eyebrows raising again.

“Bro, come on.” Luke hit his older brother on the chest before walking over to the girl, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s a load of bullshit.”

“It’s nothing, Luke.” She raised her left arm to wipe the growing tears in her eyes. Luke eyed them carefully, placing a hand on her arm, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Good luck tonight.”

At this, Jack furrowed his eyebrows, “Why are you saying that like you’re not going to go?”

“Because I’m not.”

“What do you mean you’re not? You were excited to see Quinn.”

“I dunno.” Her eyes looked everywhere her brothers weren’t.

“Are you not feeling well?”

She merely shrugged before turning over again, the boys exchanging looks, “All right well if you change your mind, let me know and I’ll come back and get you.”

“Okay.” The brothers left, heading to the Rock leaving their sister alone with her thoughts.

It was twenty minutes later that she felt she wanted to go, she should support her brothers no matter what. She got ready, throwing a Canucks shirt on and her Devil's beanie covering her hair to hide the uncleanliness of it.

She texted Jack and asked for him to come back for her, to which he responded instantly with a yes. She sat on her bed, swinging her legs back and forth as she waited for her brother to come and get her. 

ﾟ+*:୨୧:*﹤

To y/n the game was uneventful, just another one of the hockey games she could add to her total. The six of them had decided they would go out for dinner and being away from Quinn for such a long time she decided to ride with him to the restaurant and back.

When they got back to Jack, Luke, and y/n’s home, the girl immediately returned to her room, not so much as saying a word to anyone. The five remaining Hughes’ exchanged confused glances, “Has she been like this for a while?”

No one responded to Quinn’s question at first until Jack thought back to earlier, “She was acting a little weird before the game but I just thought she was tired.”

They all seemed as if that was a good enough assumption and sat in the living room watching a movie. Meanwhile Luke had been oddly silent, he knew there was something wrong with her from the moment he walked into the room this afternoon.

He excused himself from the family, walked down the hall to her room, and knocked on the door, “Go away!”

Luke entered the room and just as before, knelt in front of her so their eyes were meeting, “I know there’s something up with you.”

“No there’s not.”

“Come on, spill it.”

It was silent before y/n looked at her brother with glistening eyes, “Why are people so mean, Lukey?”

That was all it took for her to start crying, Luke wasting no time jumping onto the bed, wrapping his little sister up in a hug. The sudden affection caused her to let the tears flow over and bury her head into his chest. All Luke could do was hug her tightly, staring at the wall as his heart shattered. There was nothing but the sound of her sobs he could listen to, it was like the world had gone dead silent to amplify her cries. 

He closed his eyes, trying not to let the tears form or fall from them. He heard her sniffle, signaling that she was calming down a bit. There was a knock on the door and she quickly whipped her head up, “I don’t want to see anyone. Please.”

The boy looked conflicted before coming up with an idea, “If it’s Mom and Dad how about I tell them to go away but if it’s Jack and Quinn you have to let them in okay?”

She nodded, knowing that she wasn’t going to get very far with this. Luke called out, waiting for the person on the other side of her door to respond. When the voice called back and they both instantly recognized it was Quinn’s she sighed before squeaking out a ‘come in.’ Quinn entered the bedroom, his younger brother following behind him with his hands crossed across his chest. Quinn took notice of the girl’s face, followed by Jack as they sat at the end of the bed, "What's going on?”

Y/n sat up pulling her knees into her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She looked hesitantly between her brothers, not wanting to say what it was that was happening to her. She was old enough that she didn’t need to be treated like a baby who could break at any moment. 

Quinn’s older brother persona was comforting out of all three of them. If she had to rank them, let’s just say Jack would be at the bottom of her list while Luke was tied, or maybe just slightly under Quinn. She only looked at him before looking back down. Luke placed a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder, “We want to help you, y/n/n.”

Words were hard for the youngest Hughes, not knowing how to explain how she felt or what was happening. They never came easily to her, they never pieced together to form a complete sentence sometimes, and they never made sense when she was upset. She reached out for her phone that sat on the nightstand and Luke leaned over to grab it for her, placing it in her hands.

She pulled up screenshots of the comments so took, a constant reminder of why she wasn’t good enough for the Hughes’. She held the phone out, ready for any one of them to take it. Quinn was the first to take the phone, eyes scanning over the screen and swiping through the pictures. His facial expressions were very noticeable, his eyes widening at the language used, his mouth frowning at the comments, the tears in his eyes as he thought about his little sister going through this. 

He passed it to Jack when he was done, rubbing his eyes rid of the tears. They all waited in silence as Jack and Luke read the messages, tension filling the air. The three brothers exchanged looks, silently conversing without y/n noticing. In the silence, y/n started to grow anxious. What if they started to realize that what they were saying was true? What if they started to believe them?

Luke turned off the phone and placed it back on her nightstand, looking at his older brothers in a way that asked who was going to say the first words. They could all see the gears turning inside their sister’s head, nervous about what she was thinking. Quinn reached an arm out and placed it around her, pulling her into his side, “You know none of that is true, none of it.”

She just shook her head, not believing a word he said. Jack tried next, attempting to break through to her, “It’s going to be hard to hear at first, y/n/n, but nothing they say is true. They just-” Jack sighed, not really knowing where to go from there.

“They just hate me, it’s simple. They hate me which makes me hate myself.” She put her head down so it was resting on her arms. 

The brothers hadn’t felt this sad about something in a while, they gazed at her with tears in their eyes. They never would have thought that she of all people would be getting hate, she’s not even a public figure. They felt horrible about themselves even though it wasn’t their fault, she was experiencing this just because they were related to her. 

Quinn removed his arm from around her shoulders moving to sit in front of her. He moved her arms so she had to lift her head to look at him, “What?”

“Don’t say that. You have no reason to hate yourself, y/n.”

“Don’t cry.” She could hear the tears in his voice despite the fact that she wasn’t directly looking at him.

“Can’t help it. Our little sister is sitting in front of us, crying because she thinks she’s not good enough.” Luke spoke for the first time in a while. His voice cracked at some point throughout the sentence, bringing him to tears.

She reached out to hold his hand as a form of comfort which he gladly accepted. She looked at the three, noticing Jack’s oddly quiet persona. She tilted her head in confusion and looked him in the eye. When he made eye contact with her, he broke down himself. His tears left his siblings in shock, not expecting him to do that.

“What’s wrong, Jack?”

“I don’t want her to go through what I went through.”

Quinn moved from his spot to wrap his younger brother in a hug, “She won’t and you know why?”

He shook his head, burying his head into his shoulder, “Because she has us. Because she has you.”

The four Hughes siblings were left a crying mess after that night. Each of them fully broke down at one point or another, some more than others. Quinn had broken down in silence when all four went to bed in the same room at the thought of his younger siblings being this sad, being attacked by people who were nobodies. Jack’s breakdown affected everyone, he had known what his sister was going through. After his rookie season, he thought it would never let up.

Luke broke down mostly because everyone else was, he didn’t like seeing everyone sad. He started laughing halfway through crying because he didn’t actually know why he was crying. This was near the end of the night, everyone had practically run out of tears by then and laughed with him as soon as he started to. 

Y/n only broke down at one other point during the night, it was right before they went to bed. She had gone on her phone and the first thing she saw was a comment from someone on her latest post. She had begged her brothers to make it stop even though she knew they couldn’t do anything about it. However, she was determined not to let it bother her anymore so she made her brothers promise her they would help her with it.

And they did, they would protect her from anything even if it was their so-called fans. 

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7/4/2024

Independent Yet?!

(Make Some Noise Noyes!!!)

Morning Songs

Are We Independent

Yet

Have You Checked

Are We Allowed To

Call Mom

Visit Our Kids

Are We Independent

Yet

Have You Checked

Can We Go Home

Conduct Our Business

Are We Independent Yet

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Attys

Zionists

Gangs

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From Their Gay

Grimsey Games

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From Canadian 

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From The Silencing

For A Petri

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As Physicists

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Floating In The Unified

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As We Wish

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For Over 500 Days

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Almost

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Kardashian

With Her Exquisite

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Or Does Grimesz

Feel Antisemetic

About Her Double 

Life

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Transvestite

At T.I.T.T.S.

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Are We Independent

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'Cuz We Been Thinking

Trannies

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Not Her

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What Did Cambridge

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Of James Bond

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oc couple ask game: 6 & 23 for you know who!

assuming atty and ryan? 🥰

6. Do they have any habits their partner finds annoying?

Definitely lmao. While Atticus finds Ryan's prickliness charming, it does annoy him that Ryan refuses to play nice in formal settings. Sometimes rich, super elite socialites just have to be nice to each other and then you can go HOME and talk about how much you hate them in private. Especially vampires -- you're stuck in this social group for ETERNITY, so you've gotta at least pretend to tolerate each other. But Ryan isn't interested in coded digs and underhanded compliments -- he has no problem being explicitly rude, no matter how much Proper trait Atticus begs him to behave.

For Ryan, probably Atticus's spending habits. The Winthorpe family is absolutely filthy unethically rich, and Atticus doesn't really think much of it. He doesn't really even know how much money he has, and buys things like everything is just free. Now, Ryan likes nice things, he wears designer clothes, drinks expensive wine, and has a Bentley, but he's a more conservative spender because he grew up working class and likes keeping track of everything. The way Atticus is fine just having ZERO clue what's going on financially is wild to him.

23. Where is their favourite place to go together?

Searching for interesting trinkets at the vampire night market in San My, partying together at Violet Varicose, and double dates with Aja and Zeke 🖤